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The whizzes and bangs of escaped fireworks in the grounds seemed to be growing more distant： or perhaps he was simply speeding away from them：
He had fallen right into the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries。 He was speeding towards the plain black door： let it open： let it open：
It did。 He was inside the circular room lined with doors： he crossed it； placed his hand on an identical door and it swung inwards：
Now he was in a long； rectangular room full of an odd mechanical clicking。 There were dancing flecks of light on the walls but he did not pause to investigate： he had to go on：
There was a door at the far end： it； too； opened at his touch：
And now he was in a dimly lit room as high and wide as a church； full of nothing but rows and rows of towering shelves； each laden with small； dusty； spun…glass spheres： now Harry's heart was beating fast with excitement： he knew where to go： he ran forwards； but his footsteps made no noise in the enormous； deserted room：
There was something in this room he wanted very； very much：
Something he wanted： or somebody else wanted：
His scar was hurting：
BANG！
Harry awoke instantly； confused and angry。 The dark dormitory was full of the sound of laughter。
'Cool！' said Seamus； who was silhouetted against the window。 'I think one of those Catherine wheels hit a rocket and it's like they mated； e and see！'
Harry heard Ron and Dean scramble out of bed for a better look。 He lay quite still and silent while the pain in his scar subsided and disappointment washed over him。 He felt as though a wonderful treat had been snatched from him at the very last moment： he had got so close that time。
Glittering pink and silver winged piglets were now soaring past the windows of Gryffindor Tower。 Harry lay and listened to the appreciative whoops of Gryffindors in the dormitories below them。 His stomach gave a sickening jolt as he remembered that he had Occlumency the following evening。
*
Harry spent the whole of the next day dreading what Snape was going to say if he found out how much further into the Department of Mysteries Harry had penetrated during his last dream。 With a surge of guilt he realised that he had not practised Occlumency once since their last lesson： there had been too much going on since Dumbledore had left； he was sure he would not have been able to empty his mind even if he had tried。 He doubted； however； whether Snape would accept that excuse。
He attempted a little last…minute practice during classes that day； but it was no good。 Hermione kept asking him what was wrong whenever he fell silent trying to rid himself of all thought and emotion and； after all； the best moment to empty his brain was not while teachers were firing revision questions at the class。
Resigned to the worst； he set off for Snape's office after dinner。 Halfway across the Entrance Hall； however； Cho came hurrying up to him。
'Over here；' said Harry； glad of a reason to postpone his meeting with Snape； and beckoning her across to the corner of the Entrance Hall where the giant hour…glasses stood。 Gryffindor's was now almost empty。 'Are you OK？ Umbridge hasn't been asking you about the DA； has she？'
'Oh； no；' said Cho hurriedly。 'No； it was only： well； I just wanted to say： Harry； I never dreamed Marietta would tell：'
'Yeah； well；' said Harry moodily。 He did feel Cho might have chosen her friends a bit more carefully； it was small consolation that the last he had heard； Marietta was still up in the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey had not been able to make the slightest improvement to her pimples。
'She's a lovely person really；' said Cho。 'She just made a mistake …'
Harry looked at her incredulously。
'A lovely person who made a mistake？ She sold us all out； including you！'
'Well： we all got away； didn't we？' said Cho pleadingly。 'You know； her mum works for the Ministry； it's really difficult for her …'
'Ron's dad works for the Ministry too！' Harry said furiously。 'And in case you hadn't noticed； he hasn't got sneak written across his face …'
That was a really horrible trick of Hermione Granger's；' said Cho fiercely。 'She should have told us she'd jinxed that list …'
'I think it was a brilliant idea；' said Harry coldly。 Cho flushed and her eyes grew brighter。
'Oh yes； I forgot … of course； if it was darling Hermione's idea …'
'Don't start crying again；' said Harry warningly。
'I wasn't going to！' she shouted。
'Yeah： well： good；' he said。 I've got enough to cope with at the moment。'
'Go and cope with it then！' Cho said furiously； turning on her heel and stalking off。
Fuming； Harry descended the stairs to Snape's dungeon and； though he knew from experience how much easier it would be for Snape to penetrate his mind if he arrived angry and resentful； he succeeded in nothing but thinking of a few more things he should have said to Cho about Marietta before reaching the dungeon door。
'You're late； Potter；' said Snape coldly； as Harry closed the door behind him。
Snape was standing with his back to Harry； removing； as usual； certain of his thoughts and placing them carefully in Dumbledore's Pensieve。 He dropped the last silvery strand into the stone basin and turned to face Harry。
'So；' he said。 'Have you been practising？'
'Yes；' Harry lied； looking carefully at one of the legs of Snape's desk。
'Well； we'll soon find out； won't we？' said Snape smoothly。 'Wand out； Potter。'
Harry moved into his usual position； facing Snape with the desk between them。 His heart was pumping fast with anger at Cho and anxiety about how much Snape was about to extract from his mind。
'On the count of three then；' said Snape lazily。 'One … two …'
Snape's office door banged open and Draco Malfoy sped in。
'Professor Snape； sir … oh … sorry …'
Malfoy was looking at Snape and Harry in some surprise。
'It's all right； Draco；' said Snape； lowering his wand。 'Potter is here for a little remedial Potions。'
Harry had not seen Malfoy look so gleeful since Umbridge had turned up to inspect Hagrid。
'I didn't know；' he said； leering at Harry； who knew his face was burning。 He would have given a great deal to be able to shout the truth at Malfoy … or； even better； to hit him with a good curse。
'Well； Draco； what is it？' asked Snape。
'It's Professor Umbridge； sir … she needs your help；' said Malfoy。
They've found Montague； sir； he's turned up jammed inside a toilet on the fourth floor。'
'How did he get in there？' demanded Snape。
'I don't know； sir； he's a bit confused。'
'Very well； very well。 Potter；' said Snape； 'we shall resume this lesson tomorrow evening。'
He turned and swept from his office。 Malfoy mouthed； 'Remedial Potions？' at Harry behind Snape's back before following him。
Seething； Harry replaced his wand inside his robes and made to leave the room。 At least he had twenty…four more hours in which to practise； he knew he ought to feel grateful for the narrow escape； though it was hard that it came at the expense of Malfoy telling the whole school that he needed remedial Potions。
He was at the office door when he saw it： a patch of shivering light dancing on the doorframe。 He stopped； and stood looking at it； reminded of something： then he remembered： it was a little like the lights he had seen in his dream last night； the lights in the second room he had walked through on his journey through the Department of Mysteries。
He turned around。 The light was ing from the Pensieve sitting on Snape's desk。 The silver…white contents were ebbing and swirling within。 Snape's thoughts： things he did not want Harry to see if he broke through Snape's defences accidentally：
Harry gazed at the Pensieve； curiosity welling inside him： what was it that Snape was so keen to hide from Harry？
The silvery lights shivered on the wall： Harry took two steps towards the desk； thinking hard。 Could it possibly be information about the Department of Mysteries that Snape was determined to keep from him？
Harry looked over his shoulder； his heart now pumping harder and faster than ever。 How long would it take Snape to release Montague from the toilet？ Would he e straight back to his office afterwards； or acpany Montague to the hospital wing？ Surely the latter： Montague was Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team； Snape would want to make sure he was all right。
Harry walked the remaining few feet to the Pensieve and stood over it； gazing into its depths。 He hesitated； listening； then pulled out his wand again。 The office and the corridor beyond were pletely silent。 He gave the contents of the Pensieve a small prod with the end of his wand。
The silvery stuff within began to swirl very fast。 Harry leaned forwards over it and saw that it had bee transparent。 He was； once again； looking down into a room as though through a circular window in the ceiling： in fact； unless he was much mistaken； he was looking down into the Great Hall。
His breath was actually fogging the surface of Snape's thought